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Suicide
Life's depressing
all is dead
I'm hearing a voice
inside my head
"end it now"
it keeps on saying
"Just slit your wrists,"
"just keep on flaying"
yet i resist
i know not why
why the fuck
just can't i die?
First of all a personal note... I understand your emotion well. Take it from one who has, unfortunately, been there more times than I care to admit... you don't want to try. This is a good write. You develop the inner 'enemy' very well. The conclusion is wonderful, and seems to me to be the anchor of the piece... so much so, that I would have entitled the work "Why the Fuck." Just my thought. Nice piece.